The secrets rise up like smoke

You can try to burn them but they will still rise up

Until they pollute the starry skies with clouds of carbon

Making the view look different

The tiny little lies start to spread

Igniting small fires with toxic chemicals

That grow into bigger lies

Making the view look different

The rumors spread like wildfires

So fast that it's impossible to put out

Once a beautiful forest is now nothing but dust

Making the view look different

Sharing s'mores by the campfire

Only to be poisoned by the sweetness of it

Which burns the roots of friendship

And that's when the smoke starts to rise

Making the view look different